This is a transcript of a short story I wrote with the help of a real cyber-friend in France -- you know who you are!! Her responses are the paragraphs beginning with #
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In heat of the day you rest in your room, half asleep, half awake. You feel the slight brush of silk across your face. You open your eyes just in time to see a slim female figure slip out of your room. You rub the sleep from your eyes and run out of your room. You look up and down the hallway but you see nobody.
Suddenly you hear a sound behind you but before you have time to turn around, strong hands take the scarf from you and quickly, confidently, tie it across your eyes as a blindfold.
# I raise my hands, trying to untie the scarf with a little shout; afraid
The knot is too tight. But you feel a gentle hand take yours and lead you down the stairs and out into the garden.
# 'Who are you ... what's ...where do we go... please who are you?' and I feel the grass under my feet. 'What is it ... where are we ...what do you want?'
You are disorientated even though you are at your own home. The air outside is warm and you feel the strong sun on your naked body. You listen for familiar sounds that might help you to work out where you are, but there are none. You listen carefully in case your unseen, unknown companion should reveal his or her identity by saying even one word.
You do not even know if he or she is alone. What if there is more than one person, seeing you nude, exposed, desirable and vulnerable?
A hand takes hold of one of your arms. It feels like a woman's hand. Strong and decisive, but smooth and soft.
# 'Who are you' in a trembling voice, afraid
# I feel fresh air running all over my body, my skin shivers like goosebumps
Its owner is standing very close to you now and you smell the same perfume as on the scarf. But the smell of a perfume is altered by the chemistry of the wearer's skin and this time you discern the most beautiful scent you have ever smelt.
# Leather? is he or she wearing something made of leather?
The hand holds your arm still. You feel something around your wrist, like rope, but soft and smooth.
# Thoughts run through my mind
It is being wrapped around, 2 or 3 times, then tied in a knot.
# Who can it be? What happened to me?
Now the unseen hand grasps you other arm and again you feel the rope being tied firmly around your wrist.
# I try to escape 'please please let me go' in a low voice, almost a whisper
But you soon realise it is futile to struggle.